(Note I said garbage because it had gone down the driveway to be someone else’s neat stuff). A few days after the sale, we were babysitting the four...year-old grandson of one of our neighbors for an hour or so because they had an unexpected problem they had to take care of. The little guy was telling us about the stories his dad was reading for him at bed time. He was describing castles, wizards, magic mirrors etc. and was really into that kind of literature. As I sat around that evening I was. She started fucking me rough from the back. “Ah, God fuck. Please stop,” I shouted as she kept on ramming my pussy and choking me. My face turned red due to a lack of oxygen. She let go of my neck and pushed me. I was on all fours now as she pulled my hair back. I held her hand as I tried to break free.“Now you’ll know not to mess around with my husband and also with my sister (my mom). This should teach you a good lesson to control your lust and keep it in your pants, you slut,” she said as. There was something else, too. Some of those people were underaged females. It seemed that his next production would have quite a different audience.Okay, it had been personal. I never claimed that I was an absolutely good person.Meanwhile, we had negotiated another deal. Surprisingly, there seemed to be no hard feelings from the other companies, that we had caused one of the smaller production companies to go down. Instead there were some people who came to thank us ... off the record, of. Kara was lost. But not to me. She taught me politics, swordsmanship and combat. Everything she could remember was passed on for me to form an army for freedom.When Kara and I were married before the army, the celebration rivaled that of any Roman holiday. The fallen Valkyrie was marrying a village blacksmith. Since meeting Kara, I had spoken out against the tyranny of the Romans, had men supporting me and worked my sword like a warrior. Times had changed with the thought of freedom. Now we were.